The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

The eyes of the two collided in mid-air, and sparks shot out.

Yan Song's heart skipped a beat.

Let me go, this Gu Hengbo does not apply smoke powder and does not wear rings and is beautiful and natural: his face is like a peach blossom with pistils, his body is like a weak willow facing the wind, his eyebrows are like spring mountains with rain, his eyes are like autumn water with affection, his eyebrows frown and turn, and the room is full of brilliance .

Her eyes can discharge electricity!Amazing!

As expected of a golden saint, ah bah, it's Qinhuai Bayan, this discharge skill is fully charged!Even if compared with Chen Yuanyuan in my own family, it's not much better.

Yan Song's heart was agitated...

He looked at Gu Hengbo again.

However, Gu Hengbo's face turned cold, as if he was smart enough to guess that during the Lantern Festival, those who can sail ten miles across the Qinhuai River are either rich or expensive.And seeing Liu Yong as a companion, he knew that this person was a noble person, so he dismissed him.

Yan Song had no choice but to turn his gaze to the other side, Fang Chuan, who was fighting against Gu Hengbo.

That's Dong Xiaowan!

Dong Xiaowan, dressed in a rose-purple fairy dress, with red lips and white teeth, radiant and radiant, radiant, even with light makeup, she looks more delicate, extraordinary, refined, just like a flower Like a white lotus that cannot be played with, while being beautiful and enchanting, a cold arrogance emanates from her.

At this time, Dong Xiaowan was concentrating on embroidery with his head bowed and eyebrows straightened.

Her supporters were all holding their breath, waiting for her to complete the masterpiece, not even daring to breathe out.

Yan Song stared at Dong Xiaowan.

I'll go, this is not bad, not worse than the table of 4 oirans at home.

Yan Song was an eye-opener.

It is said that there are beautiful women in the south of the Yangtze River. Why are there so many beautiful women on the Qinhuai River?

Haha, this pavilion has boundless blessings, and the journey of hunting for beauty, ah, bah, I said yes, this pavilion's cultural strategy, the journey of selecting a star queen, has gained a lot.

Just when Yan Song couldn't help fantasizing, suddenly a scholar with sharp eyes, 0.2 saw Yan Song's painting boat at a glance,) approached the pleasure boat of the beloved oirans openly (sneaky).

"Look! There is a painting boat of a high official over there! It is approaching everyone!"

This time, like a boulder falling into a cesspit, it aroused public anger (dung)!

On both sides of the Qinhuai River, tens of thousands of tourists and people shouted excitedly.

"Exactly! Isn't the Qinhuai River blocked? This must be some dog official!"

"Huh? I know this guy, he is Yan Song!"

"I'll go! Didn't Yan Song be appointed by the emperor as the governor of the five southwestern provinces to put down the rebellion?"

"You don't know, do you? Yan Song, ah bah, Yan Thief has always been cowardly and afraid of fighting. He never went to Guizhou at all, and has been lingering in my Nanjing Huahua World."

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Chapter 874 False Public Fat Private Strict Court Elder [4]

"Such a cowardly person who is afraid of fighting is actually the first assistant? How dare he go to the Shangyuan Qinhuai Lantern Festival?"

"This Yan Song has already monopolized the four oirans! Chen Yuanyuan and the four masters were taken away by him!"

"Yan thief, get out! Don't make any more plans for the oirans!"

For a while, there were shouts of beating and killing on both sides of the Qinhuai River, and many people even picked up stones and threw them at Yan Song's pleasure boat.

Yan Song: "...you misunderstood, this pavilion always comes to inspect the cultural industry of Ming Dynasty."

Those scholars were bitter and bitter: "We don't study much, do you think we believe it?"

Stones are like rain, rotten eggs and vegetable leaves are flying.

Yan Song didn't care, but Liu Yong beside him was in a cold sweat.

He didn't expect that Yan Song would have such a bad reputation in the eyes of Nanjing people because he didn't fight the rebellion.

"Mr. Yan Ge, let's go first tonight." Liu Yong said in a low voice: "If Mr. Yan Ge 15 wants to meet these people, I can talk about it in private. But success is not guaranteed."

The eight beauties of Qinhuai are full of arrogance, princes, generals, and it is easy for them not to fall into their eyes.

Yan Song looked up, speechless.

Because Dong Xiaowan, Ma Xianglan, and Kou Baimen's painting boats heard that this was Yan Song's boat, and they sailed away like a god of plague!

Let's sail!

opened!

Already...

Nima, these oirans don't even want the title of Lantern Festival oiran, and they don't participate in the competition, they just ran away in fright!

Yan Song rubbed his nose and said with a wry smile: "Is the reputation of the old man so bad?"

Liu Yong smiled bitterly and said the truth: "My lord, you used to have a good reputation in Nanjing, but you just missed the ten-mile Qinhuai River and didn't go to suppress the rebellion, which made your reputation bad. These few people probably heard about it. , I despise you very much, so I ran away far away?"

Yan Song's face is full of cattle: Oirans, this is all a misunderstanding of the elders of this pavilion. 555.

His eyes fell on the painting boat of the last oiran, Gu Hengbo.

Gu Hengbo didn't leave.